In the hands of another powerful nation, the 'Vulcan drug' alone could be used as a horrible weapon. Just imagining that possibility filled her with h...rror. Yet, that horror filled her with purposeful drive and ambition as well.Amy Stone had been with the MK-ULTRA Project for just over three years, ever since her career in the Air Force had ended. Her intellect had served her well in the Air Force, moving her quickly up the ranks to Captain. Her final posting had been as an Air Force General's. Lastly, how did this happen and what could be done, if anything, to reverse it. On that note, I had to ask myself I wanted it to be reversed. After all, I didn't have much of a life to go back to. On the other hand, it wouldn't be right if I were to leave this woman trapped in the hell I created. I cleared my throat again, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, and said. "My name is Scott. Who are you?" "Scott?" He asked. "You mean you are a guy?" He laughed short feminine laugh at my. “What?”“You’re in my dream.” I thought it through, that had to be it. Prince Elijah came trudging around the corner being drug by Dakota pulling at his arm. “I always knew you liked that sentry. You two always look at each other funny.” She was referring to the taller of the two sentries that most often stood guard at her door.The sentry began walking toward me. I looked back at the wall and immediately felt his hand on my shoulder. I looked back in surprise and found him shirtless right behind. She, like all bartenders I had ever met, was quite happy to talk on any subject as long as the customer continued to buy drinks. We were able to find out a lot about the culture of Shorne, much of which was, to put it bluntly, sickening!We talked to the bartender until it was time for the floor show. She recommended that we watch, since the management was very proud of the daring show the performers put on. I guess it was daring, all right: over a period of about 20 minutes, the performers, all.